053110c Those Precious Hands Poem by Manonton Dalan

053110c Those Precious Hands



i touch walls i feel love
soft reverberation within
waiting for me long time
tiny whisper of dust drips
revealing smooth fine arts
hidden from eyes of many

how could i imagine those
who labored too much for
appreciation of their hands
prized by kingdom passed
i'm humbled to mere swallow
ah! deep in me it burns to glow

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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